[SWEET OLD FAV OF MINE … Kramtoad Story ID 398]
Hit the shits
Posted by SlimShady (CK) on Sun, Aug 1, 2004, 6:00 PM.
Just wrote this long e-mail to a new chat buddy of mine in Sydney, and
hes been pushing me to write up what I do for sex. I don’t care if you
like it or not, this way he is getting off my case.
Hey SlaveLabor,
it was really nice chatting with you!!! Hope we can do that more!
After we chatted, I went to the bathhouse like I said, but there was
not a lot going on. At 5am, they were cleaning mostly, and everyone
there was busy with someone else. Tried to get in on the action with
two guys but they were not really interested, so I sat by the jacuzzi
and spaced out for a while, I has coming down pretty hard. After like
20 minutes or so this black guy sat next to me and chatted me up, and
asked what I came for, and I said to get fucked good and stuff. He
laughed and said what stuff, and then he opened his towel and said if
I was afraid of this? He had a huge dick, even when it wasnt hard. I
said nice, and he told me to suck it. He was like mid 30s, pretty
muscular and all. Course I did, I could take it in about half way.
Didnt take him long to get into it, and then he grabbed my head and
pushed it down, got to be more like a face fuck. I couldn’t breathe,
because he pushed his dick in too deep, and tried to catch air in
between. Then he pulled me off and asked if I swallowed, and that he
was poz, and I said I am, too. He said no shit? and pushed me down on
it again, and then he didn’t let up, he had my head with both hands. I
got no air and couldnt breathe, and got pretty panicky, but he had my
head in a grip and kept fucking my throat. I tried to pull away to
breathe, but he wouldnt let me, just fucked my throat harder. I got a
real panic, and saw stars, I was out of air, and grabbed his balls and
pulled and squeezed hard so he would let me go, but instead he just
pushed it in deeper and faster. Then he came, and pumped a lot of cum
in my throat, and some got in my lungs when I tried to get air. He
pushed me off and I was coughing, spitting, and trying to get air, on
the floor. I saw 3 guys were standing around us watching, and 2 were
jacking off. The black guy was leaning back against the wall, legs
wide spread, holding his balls and grinning. After I calmed down some
and could breathe again, he said thats what white pussy boys get that
think they can take a black dick.
And he said that if I took his dick up my ass like I handled it in my
throat, I had to learn a lot, and what I was thinking going for his
nads like that? He said he should go pop my nuts just for that, but I
had probably enough of my nigger fantasy, and would run off like all
the scared white boys. I don’t really dig black guys, but he was
actually really ripped and hung, and I didnt want to be looked at as
some scared white boy, so I said well I didn’t get fucked yet. He said
boy, you must look for pain or punishment or whatever, and I just
looked at him and shrugged. The three guys were still there watching,
and he looked at them and said what they were looking at and to get lost.
Then he said to sit next to him, and I did. Then he grabbed my hair
and suddenly pulled really hard and jerked my head back, and started
to whisper in my ear that I should not be jerking him around, he
didn’t need some pussy white boy to think he is all tough and can take
a proud black dick, and then whimp out. He said he just blew his load,
but he could take me to his place, and that I could not back out if I
came along. Then he grabbed my nuts with his other hand, in like a
vise grip, and squeezed really hard, so that I sucked in air (it
hurt!!) and said I wasn’t going to get away with working his balls
like that, and I would get hurt. I tried to say something like what
about limits, but he said to shut up and squeezed a lot harder, and I
got tears in my eyes. He laughed and said I WAS a pussy, but I shook
my head as much as I could. Then he said if I came along it would be
the worst night of my life, and I couldn’t help it, I had to grin
(what does he know what I did before he met me??) and he got pissed
and said if I didn’t believe him or what and what kind of a twisted
little fucker I was? And he jerked my balls really hard, and it made
me yell. He pulled more on my hair, and jerked my head back more, and
for a minute or so, he squeezed and pulled on my balls very hard. I
could feel tears running down, but I tried very hard to not scream or
anything, I was breathing very hard though. There was a guy standing
next to us, and he was jerking off like crazy and then the guy shot
his jizz, and some got on me and on the black guy. That ticked him
off, and he let go of me and told the guy to get the fuck away or he
would mess him up.
I just slumped down from the wall, and was just lying there on my
back, with my feet in the jacuzzi, and didnt even dare touch my nuts.
This black guy was intense and I was thinking what now? The pain from
my nuts was creeping up my guts. The black guy used my towel to get
the cum off from the other guy, and then he turned to me and said to
meet him outside in 5 minutes, or he would be gone, he wouldn’t wait
around for me. Then he got up.
I thought fuck it, I’m not a pussy, and got up, too. On the way to my
locker I was thinking damn this is messed up; I felt like worn out, my
throat and my nuts hurt, I was tired, I was getting a headache from
the drinks earlier, I had no stuff on me for a quick line or two, and
if I should just wait for like 20 minutes inside and then go home, or
if I should go see if he was really waiting outside. This guy seemed
to be even more hardcore than my german friend, and I wondered if I
was crazy to do that. I spend two days in bed after my german friend
fucks me over (I told you about him, thats the one I love to hate,
because he wont let me be his boyfriend), and if this black guy is for
real and wasn’t putting up a show, it could be a lot worse. But I was
also curious, and thought if I don’t go, I would probably always feel
like what he said, one of those white pussy boys. That really annoyed
me, what right does he have to say that? I have done a lot of crazy
shit, and never backed out of anything, how can I be a pussy if some
college guys ran off in the bathhouse when they saw his dick? I
thought fuck it, I’m going, can’t get that bad.
So I didn’t hit the showers, just put my stuff on and went outside.
The sun was coming up already, and I did’t see him. Damn! I walked
over to my beemer, but then someone yelled at me from across the
street, and it was him, yelling where I thought I was going? I walked
over, and I got scared. He had an old 80s Cadillac, like one that I
know as “nigged up”, with shiny low rider wheels, gold trim all over,
tinted.. like a thug car. He was on the passenger side, away from the
street, and gave me the finger, telling me to come around. He looked
like a thug with his clothes on, just like the type I avoid like the
plague. When you grow up in the Park Cities, you run, and fast, when
you see people like that. He had like one of those panties on his
head, a football tshirt, baggy pants, and these huge white sneakers.
He said that was 7 minutes, and what I was thinking letting him wait,
and if I was dissing him (I guess that meant disrespect; sounded just
like in the movies, I had to grin). He said what you think this is
funny, and made 2 steps forward, and punched me really hard in my
stomach. I doubled over and went down on my knees, I totally did not
see that coming. I was holding my stomach, and trying to get air, and
I was looking at his sneakers right in front of my face. He said
something about white pussy boys again (fuck that!!) and about we
think we look maybe hot and work out in the gym but can’t take even a
good punch. He said to get in the car or that was my last chance to
crawl over to my nice beemer and go home to some fancy house and look
for other hot pussy white boys. I thought I better not tell him ever
where I live that would have made it only worse.
But his attitude about the white boy stuff really ticked me off, and
before I thought about it too much, I managed to get up and got in his
car. He threw my backpack in the back, got in, too, and put on some
rap music. His stereo was even better than mine (I need to talk to the
guys at my shop, his basses were a lot better damn it). He got on the
freeway and headed south, and didn’t say much, the music was so loud
anyway. I have never been in a car like this one, was like in a bad
movie. I was holding my stomach, he really nailed it to my spine, and
the drive in the low rider didn’t help, I felt every single bump on
the road in my stomach. I don’t get why people do that to their cars,
even if they like the look, its no fun to drive. I was just sitting
there and thinking what I got myself into, and it didn’t help at all
that he took an offramp into South Dallas and into really bad
neighborhoods. South Dallas is totally no-no land for me, in high
school I drove through it sometimes with friends, that was like a
dare. Looked really scary, only black people, everything totally run
down, bars on every window. He drove for like 20 minutes total, and
then stopped in front of an appartment building, that looked like the
projects in the movies. The sun was totally up by now, and there were
people around, drinking beer out of big glass bottles (the 40
ouncers), and they had one of those ghetto blasters turned up loud. He
said to get the fuck out of the car, and I reached for my backpack but
he said to screw that. When I got out, some of the guys saw me and
started yelling, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying. He
yelled back at them and came around the car. I couldn’t figure out
what they were yelling about, and he slapped me in the neck. Then he
told me to take off my socks and sneakers (new Adidas, I just got them
last week), and he threw them over to them. He took my socks and
rolled them up and put them in his pocket.
Then he turned me around and grabbed my tshirt, and looked at the
label, and then he saw it was D&G and told me to take that off, too. I
said what for (it cost me $90, and he had just thrown them my new
sneakers), and he just backhanded me, really hard, and it hurt! I fell
against the car, and thought this is going bad, but before he hit me
again, I took it off, and he threw it over to them, too, but it didn’t
make it. One of the other black guys came over, and took it, and then
he came all the way over to us, and looked me up and down and said I
looked like I was about to shit my pants, and everyone laughed and
high-fived. Then the two of them talked for a bit, and I could not
even understand that they said, but every other word was like fuck or
motherfucker. Then the one guy walked back to the group, and the guy I
was with just walked towards the complex. I didn’t know what else to
do, and followed him. There was a lot of broken glass around, and I
had to watch out not to get my bare feet get cut.
We had to walk up a couple stairs and all the way to the end of the
building. There was trash everywhere, and it stank. In three of the
appartments we walked by there were people yelling and screaming
inside, and I thought how can anyone live like that? Sunday morning at
like 6 or 6:30am, and it is like that? Feels like hell. And I was also
getting really scared, in a moment, we would be in his place. I was
thinking if I shouldn’t run, but then where was I going to run to,
bare feet, no shirt, and in the middle of the ghetto? He didn’t even
look back at me, and we got to his place. His door was not even
locked, he just walked in. His “appartment” was like a dump, just a
big mattress on the floor, clothes piled up, thrash and empty bottles,
just a one room with a kitchen behind a curtain and a bathroom. The
kitchen looked like it had not been cleaned in a while, and there was
stuff piled up high in the sink, and it smelled bad inside.
He slammed the door shut and then he took off his clothes, except for
that black panty hose on his head. I just stood there, I didn’t know
what to do. He had like a half boner, and came up to me real close and
looked me in the eyes and said if I knew I was gonna get fucked up
now? Then he laughed and said I was shaking all over, and I realized I
really was. He said the last nigger that went for his balls like I did
earlier, spent a couple weeks in the hospital, and I was going to pay
for that. Just as he said it, he rammed his knee full force in my
nuts, and the pain exploded in my sack. It was like in slow motion, I
doubled over, went down on my knees, holding my balls and then I saw
stars for a moment. He said something, but I didn’t really hear, and
then I heard when he said that I better toughen up fast, or he would
get really pissed. I felt totally miserable, and started to cry. He
started swearing at me, and then grabbed my hair and pulled me across
the floor into the bathroom, next to the pot. It felt like he was
ripping my hair out. He was kicking me and pulling me up by the hair,
till I was on my knees in front of him, squeezed in between the
commode and the wall. Then he pushed his dick in my mouth and said
drink this and called me white faggot boy and all kinds of other
stuff. Then he started to piss, and I couldnt do anything but try to
swallow. A lot went out, and I felt it running down on me, and then I
started to cough, when I needed to breathe and I got some in my lungs.
He must not have pissed all day and didnt let me go. He held me by my
ears and would not let me get off his dick, and it was like he was
ripping off my ears, but I had to get air! No chance though, but I
couldnt swallow any more even though it came coming, and then most got
out all over me. When it finally stopped, he said to lick it clean,
but I was coughing too much, I couldn’t even try. He pulled me up hard
by my hair and slapped me a bunch of times. Then he let go of my hair,
and kicked me, and that hurt a lot, I was squeezed in and couldn’t
move away.
Then he went out of the bathroom, and I rolled up on the floor and
cried, I felt really sorry for myself, and cursed myself for being so
stupid. I should have just walked away at the bathhouse, better to be
called a pussy than this, and it could only get worse. He yelled at me
to pull myself together.
My jeans were full of piss, I would just throw them away after. Damn
that was another $170. He yelled to take them off, wipe the piss off
and come out, now. I took them off (didn’t wear underwear when I went
to the bathhouse) and looked for a towel. There was only one on the
floor, and it was filthy! The entire bathroom was.
When I looked in the mirror, I saw my lip was busted, I didn’t even
feel that. I looked like shit, my hair was all filthy from the piss in
it. I got out of the bathroom, and he was standing there with a big
bottle of beer, drinking like half of it without stopping. Then he
took some pills, and drank more to wash them down. He said to come
over to him, and I did, slowly, because I was so scared what he would
do next. His dick was totally hard. When I got close, he punched me in
the face, and I fell backwards on the floor, next to the mattress.
That really hurt, I thought that is going to be a black eye for sure.
Damn it!!
He said I had nice balls for a white guy, but when he was done with
them, they wouldnt be so pretty, and he sat on my knees and slammed
his fist dead on into my balls. I screamed and tried to protect my
balls, but he grabbed my arms and got in my face and said fucking
white pussy. He got up and I rolled into a ball. He went over and got
my socks from his pants, and told me to eat it. I put the roll in my
mouth and he got a roll of duct tape and taped it over my mouth. It
was really hard to breathe, I had all kind of snot in my nose. Then he
got some rope, was like the one used to dry clothes outside, and he
tied my hands behind my back, totally tight, and then he turned me on
my back and sat on my legs again. He looked at me and said now I was
going to pay for grabbing his balls earlier.
Then he started hitting them, first with his right fist, then with
both. He bashed them dead on, he did not hold back at all! My balls
felt like they were exploding, and I started screaming in my socks
with the first hit, I have never been in so much pain in my entire
life. Not even my german friend beats my balls like that.
He didnt give me any breaks, just kept hitting, and he didnt’t give a
shit about me. It hurt so bad, and after just a little bit I couldnt
scream and breath through my nose, and the crying put even more snot
in my nose. Then he stopped, and after a bit I could get some air, but
I was hurting so bad, it felt like my balls and my stomach were on
fire. The pain from my balls were like a pulse up to my chest, and my
stomach was cramping. If I had eaten anything, I would have been
puking my heart out. When I could breathe halfway normal, he said I
was a typical white pussy, can’t even take a beating on the nuts. That
made me really mad, but I couldn’t stop crying, it just hurt too bad.
He said I should stop screaming, it just made it harder to breathe. He
said if I screamed just one more time, he was going to break my balls.
I couldn’t believe I was so stupid to go with him, and get myself into
this, just so I wouldn’t be called a pussy?? If I got out of this in
one piece, I swore to myself that I would walk away the next time.
Then he hit me again, this time slower, so he could check if I was
screaming. That was the hardest thing to do, not to scream, but I was
afraid he would really break my balls. He went on and on, I thought he
would never stop. My balls hurt so bad, and after a while I got in the
zone, it was like every time he hit my balls, someone was hitting my
skull from the inside. Not long after that, all got dark.
When I came to, I took a deep breath, the socks were out. I was on my
stomach on the mattress, and my arms were tied, felt like the rope
went under the mattress. I looked around, and it was just before 10 on
the clock on the wall, and he wasnt there. My entire body was hurting,
and there was like this bell going off in my head. My nuts were the
worst, and if I moved even a little bit, they send sharp pains up my
stomach. I felt like shit, and my stomach was cramping and I felt like
throwing up, but only a little bit of green stuff came out. I couldnt
even swallow, my throat hurt and was totally dry and sore. I just
wanted to go home or crawl into some deep dark hole. It was totally
hot in there, no air conditioning, must have been at least 90 degrees.
I was drenched in sweat, and the mattress felt wet. I could just lie
there, and try not to move, because of my balls. After a bit, I
started crying hard, for being so stupid and because it hurt so bad.
People were yelling outside and the ghetto blaster was still on very
loud.
After like 10 or 15 minutes he came in, and slammed the door again. I
just froze up, and he said finally I was awake. Then he stepped on the
mattress and put his foot on my balls, squeezing them with his toes. I
screamed, and he got on his knees and then said in my ear that if I
screamed just one more time, he would beat my balls again.
Then he took his pants off, and pulled his belt out (I could hear
that), and then he hit me with the belt on my back and ass. That
really stung, but it was worse to move from it, because my nutz moved
in the sack. Lucky this didn’t last long. Then he spread my legs far,
and knelt down between then, and said remember what I told you about
screaming. Then he pushed two fingers up my ass, and I farted
(couldn’t help it). He said I was dissing him, and he hit my balls
hard. That hurt sooo bad, I bit my tongue not to scream, and it tasted
like blood. Then he pulled me up a little, and pushed his dick up my
ass, and that HURT!! I have gotten fucked a lot, but his dick was the
biggest ever, it was like he ripped my ass up. He pushed it all the
way in, and then he stopped. It hurt so bad, I could not even breathe
and I clenched my teeth so hard, I could have made imprints. He said
how does it feel you fucking pussy bitch, thats what you wanted. I
just wanted it to be over, get out and get home.
Then he started raping my ass, but after a while it didn’t hurt as bad
anymore, just my balls were killing me, because they bounced around a
lot. He took forever, and it started feeling good, and then everything
got really warm inside and I got with it, and just thought about his
dick fucking me all the way. He stopped for a moment and felt my dick
and said bitch you are hard, you are fucking enjoying this, and he
pulled my ass up, grabbed my balls, squeezed them and jacked me, and
fucked even harder than before. He said I was not going to get out of
there until I came. It was totally intense, my balls were killing me,
and he squeezed like crazy and jacked me totally fast. I never felt
anything like that before, so much pain and him hitting my spot sooo
good, and then he came. He jerked me up more, twisting my neck, and I
could feel him cumming inside. He groaned really loud, and he was
almost ripping my balls off, and then I came, too. I didn’t think
after all of that I could not even shoot anything, but it came and
came, and he didn’t stop jacking me.
Then he let go of me, and got a knife and cut the rope. I could just
lay there, I felt like I was not going to be able to move a single
muscle for a week. Then he put his pants back on, and kicked me in the
side and said to get out. I had a hard time to get up and crawled more
than walked to get my jeans from the bathroom. It was hard to put them
on, they stank of piss and every move hurt my sore balls. He said get
going bitch, and then he walked out, and I limped along after him. In
the hallway there were some people, and they were laughing at me and
saying stuff like white bitch and so on, and one pushed me against the
wall when I passed him. Downstairs I stepped into some glass and cut
my foot, wasn’t paying attention. He told me to get in the car, and
then he drove to a McDonald’s a mile away, and said there are phones
around, and to get the fuck lost. When I tried to grab my back pack
from the back seat, he raised his arm as if he was going to hit me
again, and I thought screw it.
It was a scary area, only black people around, and it took me a bit to
find a phone. Luckily, he didn’t take my wallet, and I called a cab. I
was scared of all the people there, most everyone was yelling at me,
and I thought I wait in the McD, but they kicked me out, saying no
shoes no shirt, get lost. Took the cab 20 minutes to get there, that
was a long time with all the people yelling and teasing me. The cab
driver almost didn’t take me, not until I gave him $50, and he gave me
this long look when I told him where I wanted to go. Like as if I had
said to the moon please. But for $50, he didn’t care.
I had him stop in the alley, and climbed over the fence, I sure did
not want anyone to see me. At this time earlier, almost everyone is at
church, so not much chance that anyone would see me, but did not want
to take the chance to go through the drive way and call for the gate
to open (the opener is still in my beemer at the bathhouse, I have to
go get the car sometime). It was hard to get over the fence, I have
done it a gazillion times to sneak out and in, but I was too sore.
Took me almost 20 minutes.
I don’t think I am going to do any crazy shit anytime soon, after this.